#teenagelife
Wandering through streets
Whilst mind is still asleep.
Sitting in a willow tree--
Feeling the breeze of air flow beneath our feet.
Worrying 'bout nothing;
Thinking 'bout everything.
Cycling through the weirdest places,
Worrying not about getting lost,
But the memories that might've been lost.
Echoes of the vocalist,
Endless strumming of the guitarist,
Some may call us a hedonist,
But we're just a child,
Running through fields of endless possibilities.
Whilst everyone's in a deep slumber,
We lay on a grass,
Gazing at stars, thinking everything
Are just meant for us to wonder.
Scolding us won't matter,
For we're not trying to survive;
We just crave to feel alive.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
It's always..
too young to be taken seriously but too old to complain.
Too young to know everything but too old to be naive.
Too young to be heard but too old to listen.
Too young to try but too old to fail.
Too young to give up but too old to keep waiting.
Too young to lead but too old to follow blindly.
Too Young to stress but too old to be reckless.
Too young to love but too old to play games.
Too young to be perfect but too old to have flaws.
Too young to understand but too old to ask questions.
That's the paradox and essence of teenage life,
Always expected to handle it all, but never fully trusted.
Held to adult standards, yet viewed in youthful eyes
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 8:09 AM UTC
After 10 months, finally I am in school,
Everything is changed, its like having winter in pool.
So called friends are far away,
Better to be alone, I wish, I pray.
Looking for a hand, had no one
To raise me up, so I stand, I run.
To be with strangers, tryna be habitual
I ain't happy but will always be spiritual.
20 people with 20 minds,
Can the time passed be rewind?
Reading, solving and passing time,
Would it be better to do a crime?
Yes, I've attitude and I'm changed a lot,
I'll forever be me and that's what I got.
I'm so grateful 'cause I've words to write,
Sometimes I'm black and sometimes I'm white.
The day was rough as how I spend,
In just 4 hours my first day ends.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
Being 15
You realize,
Life's not a dream.
People think
You are more than just a teen.
Life gets confusing,
Everyone you ever knew changes
Nothing really makes sense anymore,
Now that you're 15.
Love, studies, friendship, betrayal,
Everything gets mixed up.
You might see someone in a completely new light
And someone might see you that way
But nobody understands
You might be annoyed with everyone
Or love one person passionately
You'll never feel home
And feel all alone,
And no one will understand
That when you're 15,
You're nothing more
Than just
A teen.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Blacklight shines across the hollow forest
As I stumble along the beaten path
Our fellowship slowly diminishes by the hour
As the night hunts its tender prey
Emotion erupts like a youthful river
Outpouring among our humble tribe
Drowning all that wade across its mighty shores
Slaughtering all that lay in its path
As darkness falls and dawn prevails
Our battle scars begin to fade
As our noble wounds must be concealed
To prevent our modest world's dismay
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Writing this poem in the corner of this coffee shop
Two glass of grande-sized coffee
Frappuccino, Mochaccino
are just not enough I guess
Seeing you walking around the room
Talking, acting too beautifully to be remembered
Touching the girl I would never want to be
I am just who I am I suppose
I am just not like her I suppose
Putting your hands in the pocket of your dark blue Levi's jeans
Stepping up high through the sole of your light grey Van's sneakers
Laughing too much, talking too beautifully
Smiling too seductively, brushing your hair too manly
Am I just not enough for you, Darling?
I've been waiting for quite a whole month just to see you physically
Am I just not enough for you, Darling?
I've been waiting for you 'til my eyes flooded by my own tears
Am I just not enough for you, Darling?
Am I just not enough for you, Darling?
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I spend the night thinking about you
to tell you how I dream the night with the thoughts of you
to tell you how I dance around my room with the songs about you
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you why am I up all night with my phone in hands
to tell you why am I blush a little every time you talk to my face
to tell you why am I so proud of things that I haven't had
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I love the crinkle of your eyes
to tell you how I realize you have the black spot on your left eyeball
to tell you how I love the cut of **** symbol in the back of your left hand
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you why time ticks so slow when you're not around
to tell you why I shut my mouth every time you're around
to tell you why my heart smiles every time you're near
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I wish upon the stars praying your name
to tell you how I feel every time the wind blows your hair
to tell you how I don't want you to stop flicking off your bangs
Am I brave enough to tell you?
to tell you how I want to hold both of your hands
to tell you how I want to lay down my head in the bony of your shoulders
to tell you how I want to tell you words I could not say, I love you
Am I brave enough to tell you that I love you?
Darling, tell me if I brave enough to tell you that I love you
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Becoming myself
Rising from the ashes of a girl
Into the fires of womanhood
I am between
Slowly, gradually
I am finding things about myself
that I never knew
Was it that I never asked?
Or is it newly hatched?
That I'll never know
But surely I am becoming me
Flaming feathers of confidence rising every month or so
As I molt my childhood fears
My body shifts to accommodate for life ahead
And make me beautiful
Victory comes closer
As required schooling gets closer to ending and college creeps in
Drama is soon to taint my crimson
Pressure increases
But I will continue to transform
Despite all this
And become the brightest phoenix I can be
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
The feeling again comes knocking in my heart
We shake our hands for many times and I always meanings
In my heart, you are always remembered
It was wrong, but maybe now: I love you like a love song.
The first time seeing you laughing up to your lungs
I'm gettin' crazy but I hide it in my bangs
There's a part of you that you look like Liam Payne
Member of One Direction that made me insane.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC